Dance

it's in the title after all.

I have been studying Middle Eastern dance for the past 8 years.

During that time, the only constant in my life was dance.

I ate, slept, read, dreamed, everything was dance.

And the costumes.

Since M passed, I haven't been able to dance.

M was a huge part of this vocation. He went with me to gigs, was my bodyguard, my cheerleader, my all.

As he was my all in everything.

I'm told I need to get back to dancing, but how, when it hurts so much that something that we loved so much is lost to him?